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Love Changes
My love changes with the dark
The breezy bright morning girl begins to doubt
Shadows casting through her crowded mind
Memories opened like ancient crypts
Fear flies into anger and dismay
But let me show you my lady of the light
Bouncing, shinning, beaming and laughing her infectious laugh
Fast thoughts, feelings, crackling into outer and inner space
Passion
I will be ...
Wednesday 15th November 2023 6:53 pm
Rain, I love this day!!⛈☔
Rain in itself is an emotion.
For some emotion of love and romance,
for others emotion of sadness by chance,
but for me, it's an emotion of calmness, I stance.
In those time of rain,
electricity goes away,
cold winds began to slay.
Forcing me to say;
I love this day.
In those times of rain,
days seem to be dull
but the breeze acts as a pull.
Plants be...
Thursday 13th May 2021 6:20 am
Wind Dance
Sycamore leaves dance
In only the lightest breeze
They never turn askance
Like leaves on other trees
Sycamore leaves flair
Within their perfect ballet
In just the lightest air
Blowing up the valley
Monday 18th June 2018 12:04 pm
And Now I'm Old
This poem carries faint echoes of winter in a Mediterranean climate, in this case the South West of Western Australia; limpid skies, stormclouds threatening, people in overcoats walking hastily. Rather like an English summer, I would have thought!
And Now I'm Old
And now I'm old as softening apples
left forgotten on a sideboard
after a windy day,
the murmur of the evening room
...Thursday 19th October 2017 11:09 am
Liquid Freedom
The flow I enjoy to come and go,
As I please with or against the breeze,
Like water flowing without the resistance,
Of opportunities for autographs or selfies
It is the privilege of the obscure majority,
To live without resistance to our liquidity,
To not owe every gratitude to new found difficulties,
I don't want fame, let me stay a minority.
Friday 19th May 2017 9:01 pm
memories
Swaying flowers,
passing hours,
birds in evergreens
happy smiles,
worth your whiles
and sappy little trees
muddy faces,
fraying laces,
and a gentle summer breeze
swaying flowers,
passing hours,
making memories
Wednesday 29th July 2015 4:09 pm
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